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Chapter 222: Chapter 222: Modification 5
She remembered last night, when her brother pressed her against the redwood bed with gilt decorations... In her confusion, she had grasped the bed’s carved lotus flowers and seedpods, which symbolized the birth of noble sons; she also knew that in the middle of the bed, there were carvings of the Hehe Erxian, symbolizing marital love...
However, it was, after all, an artifact several hundred years old, and the heavy wood emitted an embarrassingly rhythmic creaking sound... Her brother became somewhat impatient and threw that luxurious bed into their space, replacing it with the bed they routinely slept on.
The furniture and furnishings inside the room were all replaced with a new set.
European-style furniture, placed within a traditional Chinese-style building, surprisingly harmonized well together...
While Han Jiaojiao was pondering this, Han Yi had already walked over, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind and resting his chin on top of her head, he asked, "Are you tired from painting all day?"
"Not tired," she replied. She wasn’t transporting materials or cleaning; she just stayed inside painting. How tiring could that be? She felt the ones who should be tired were her brother and Lu Changyuan, who had to take into consideration all aspects of their plans, arranging people, and future planning... It must be mentally exhausting, right?
"Brother, are you tired?" Han Jiaojiao turned her head and asked him.
Han Yi nodded slightly and said, "Yeah, a bit. Is it okay to rest with your brother for a bit?"
"Sure."
The study was equipped with a heated alcove, convenient for the Emperor when he needed to rest while handling state affairs. On the wall hung a piece of regular script calligraphy; above it, a plaque read: "Diligent Governance and Affection for Virtue."
Han Jiaojiao took off her shoes, climbed onto the soft couch, and cuddled Han Yi’s hand, muttering softly, "Hmm... it’s three-thirty now, so let’s sleep for an hour. Otherwise, we won’t be able to sleep tonight..."
Han Yi sat down at the edge of the bed, laughing, "One hour is hardly enough."
Han Jiaojiao looked at Han Yi and blinked, "Then... two hours? We can’t do more than that; otherwise, we really won’t be able to sleep tonight. Brother, I’ll keep track of the time for you, go lie down and rest."
She looked at him with a pair of innocent eyes, naive and cute like a soft and fragrant little bunny, making Han Yi’s heart warm.
He gazed steadily at Han Jiaojiao and said softly, "Baby, let’s get married."
Han Jiaojiao froze, blinking her eyes after a while.
"Get married?..."
Why so sudden...
Although there was joy in her heart, there was more surprise.
Han Jiaojiao looked at Han Yi in bewilderment, not understanding why he suddenly proposed marriage. In fact, this could be considered the second time Han Yi proposed to her; the first time had not led to a wedding because they had just entered the apocalyptic world and there were various reasons preventing it...
Han Jiaojiao wasn’t too regretful. They were already together, and as for the form of being together, she didn’t care much. As long as she could be with her brother, she felt satisfied and happy.
Han Yi gazed at her tenderly, reaching out to tuck a stray hair behind her ear, "Let’s wait a few more days, then we’ll go take wedding photos, okay? Do you want to wear a wedding dress or a traditional Chinese qipao?"
"Take photos?..." Han Jiaojiao’s eyes widened even more. Was there still a place to develop photos at this time?
Han Yi smiled and said, "Isn’t it a tradition to take photos before getting married? We... haven’t taken any together yet..."
Joy lit up Han Jiaojiao’s eyes, and she wrapped her arms around Han Yi’s neck, exclaiming happily, "I want to take photos! I want to take photos! Brother, let’s go to the Emperor’s garden to take them. I can wear Mommy’s costumes; she has a lot of period costumes!"
A complex emotion flickered in Han Yi’s eyes as he lightly pinched Han Jiaojiao’s nose, "Look how excited you are... Do you really like taking photos that much, hmm?"
"Don’t you like it, Brother?" Han Jiaojiao tilted her head and asked him, recalling that she had never seen a photo of Han Yi at home. Perhaps, her brother didn’t like taking photos?
Han Yi looked deeply into Han Jiaojiao’s eyes, and after a long while, he slowly replied, "Brother only likes taking photos with his treasure."
"You’re so nice, Brother!" Han Jiaojiao giggled, planting a firm kiss on his cheek.
...His dark, narrow eyes dimmed slightly as Han Yi looked at her smiling face, his heart slightly bittersweet.
Baby, everything you want to do, I will do it with you, one by one.
